“A week?” she snapped. “I can’t go out in public like this!”
“Don’t you work from home?” he asked.
“But nothing,” he said. “You’re a perfectly healthy young woman, Angela. Your body is nothing to be ashamed of, whether you sprout wings or a tail or a second head.”
“That’s it,” she said. “As soon as I get home, I’m boarding up my windows.”
Hassan chuckled and patted her on the shoulder.
“You’ll be fine,” he said.
He took her coat from her hands and held it open for her. She folded her wings against her back and slipped her arms into the sleeves. She buttoned up.
“Do you promise I can get surgery next week?” she asked.
“I promise we’ll talk about it,” he replied.
“Fine,” she said. “Thanks.”
“Take care,” he said, and ushered her out the door.
She kept her head down on her way through the lobby. When she was safely outside, she grabbed her phone and messaged Genesis.
The Jacobs Computing car rolled into the lot a few minutes later. Angela opened the door and climbed in.
“Howdy,” Genesis said. “What’s the prognosis? Six months to live?”
“No,” Angela said. “I’m just going to have a long week.”
“Still don’t feel like talking about it?” Genesis asked.
Angela shook her head.
“Alrighty,” Genesis said. “Hey, do you like chicken? I know a place near here that makes the best wings.”
“I… don’t think I’m in much of a poultry mood right now,” Angela said.
“Okay,” Genesis said. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Burgers?” she said.